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The crunching of dead leaves and snapping of twigs would suggest she's not so alone. In fact, there's a girl, running full out through the woods. "Don't just fuckin' stand there. Run!"

Quinn jumps and backs up into a tree trunk with a hand over her heart. "What is your problem, lady?!" What a psycho.

The over-sized wolf chasing Jo may be the reason why she's running. She turns to shoot at it, with silver, of course, over her shoulder. "Move, you stupid brat! Or you're gonna be dinner!"

Quinn finally notices the giant wolf and whoa, that is not something she's hanging around for. She scrambles and starts to run and at least she's well-trained for that, because getting eaten would definitely ruin her already crappy day. "What is that thing?"

"A fuckin' were," she yells, nearly ending up ass over elbows as she trips over a root. But from the jumble of angles, she manages to hit it's shoulder, causing it to yip in pain. "Keep movin'!"

Quinn keeps running, looking over her shoulder to make sure the woman is behind her. She slows when she sees that Jo's having trouble. "Where are we going?" The Cheerios so did not train her for this.

Jo shakes her head. "Don't slow down. Keep...goin'! Up ahead. Cabin." She turns and takes another shot at the creature, and picks up her pace again.

Quinn tries to nod as she runs, but it's probably lost in the scramble. She heads for the cabin that she can just make out in the dark, knocking the door open frantically when she reaches it and holding it for Jo.

It doesn't matter that it's lost. Jo scrambles into the cabin, and slams the door shut, trying to brace it with her back. "D'ya see anything we can...brace this with?"